Okay so it's not very long and I'm not entirely happy with how the ending turned out but I wanted to get this written so here it is. I'm aiming for one last chapter after this but we'll see if I can get it all in! And again I hope it doesn't tense change :(
Disclaimer then: I own nothing of course
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Target – The Nabootique
The little shop is pitch black as he stands there in the middle of it just gazing round; he swings his bag off his shoulders and lets it thump to the floor. A soft chink of glass can be heard as he sorts through the contents, he pulls out an empty Bottle of Baileys and sets it down by his knee.
One by one he pulls out trinkets, jewellery and ornaments until his bag is empty and the floor is decorated. He gathers some up into his hands, strings of pearl necklaces dangle off his fingers along with gold link chains and silver pendant charms. they tinkle softly as he hangs them on a plastic model of a hand on one of the shelves.
Next he brings a torch out from his bag and clicks it on letting a soft glow and the batman logo shine against a counter as he lies it on the floor by his bag. He can see a little better and brings out an ornament which he thought resembled a woman dancing but was basically a mass of shapes weaving in and out of each other. He decides he likes it and places it on one of the shelves higher up out of reach of any children.
After he empties his bag completely he leaves it in the middle of the room with his torch and hurries to the till which he opens with ease, he examines the money before pulling it out and decides in his head to only take a couple of notes. He had enough money to last him from his previous jobs during the nights.
He glanced towards the door to the shop and saw the moon light casting shadows onto the road outside, the street lamps mingled with the white light creating a sort of orange haze on the tarmac. He shook the thoughts from his head and began counting the Euros in his hands while wandering over to his bag, his eyes glued to the money at all times.
The Batman logo flickers gently and dims but he doesn't mind too much, he only kept it because it was handy and he had used it to run through the pitch black alley the night he broke into the family home. He had just forgotten to discard of it.
With the money counted and rolled into a neat bundle he crouches and slips it into a side pocket on his bag and zips it up quickly. the noise from the zip vibrates slightly on his fingers, a dog howls outside the shop and the Batman logo disappears plunging him into darkness again with only the faint aid of the moon, he could turn the lights on but it would only attract unwanted attention.
He scooped it up into his hands and balanced on one knee while flicking the torch on and off repeatedly but nothing happened, it was dead. He tosses it aside letting it clatter across the floor and crash into a counter with a loud thump, he winces as it makes too much noise and curses himself at his own foolishness.
Slowly he stands and gazes at the shelves in front of him, he blinks a couple of times trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, soon silhouettes of items appear on the shelves but each one seems entirely different from what they actually are. He sees shadows flit across the ceiling in the corner of his eye but as soon as he focuses directly on them they disappear.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets and cocks his head slightly at the displays then takes one foot forward.
There's a sudden smash.
A smash against the side of his head and an echo of metal.
His head vibrates and his body jumps with the sudden shock then falls down toward the shop floor into the darkness.
His foot catches the glass bottle by his bag and sends it rolling with a hard chink across the floor.
Then there was silence.
Silence that is only shattered by heavy breathing.